Wednesday, April 29, 2026

My Grand Daughter's BS Graduation and the Age of AI

Degrees of Uncertainty: A Granddaughter, A Generation, and the Age of AI

Carenna Katague Thompson- My Youngest Grand Daughter, B.S. Graduation, GWU 💚Summa Cum Laude, May 2026. 

I will be attending her Graduation In Washington DC in two weeks. A super proud Lolo ( Grand Pa), indeed.  

Carenna, my youngest granddaughter will walk across the stage, diploma in hand, marking the end of one chapter and the uncertain beginning of another in two weeks.   It is a proud moment for our family, one of those milestones that reminds you how quickly time moves and how each generation must find its own footing in a world that never stands still.

But unlike many graduates of the past, she steps into a labor market shaped not just by economic cycles, but by something far more unpredictable: artificial intelligence.

So far, she has no job prospects. And rather than rush into a workforce that feels unclear and unsettled, she has made a thoughtful decision, to continue her education, pursue a master’s degree, and ultimately aim for a Ph.D. Her goal is simple and admirable: she wants to teach at a college or university.

In another era, this path would feel straightforward. Today, it feels like both a commitment and a question mark. 

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When Evidence Lags Behind Reality

We are told that AI’s impact on jobs is still largely theoretical, debated in economics papers, modeled in forecasts, and argued over in academic circles. The hard evidence, they say, is still catching up.

But young people like my granddaughter are not living in theory. They are making real decisions now-about careers, education, and their futures, without the luxury of waiting for certainty.

Some of her peers are turning toward blue-collar trades, seeking stability in work that remains grounded in the physical world. Others are embracing AI, learning to code, to prompt, to adapt, hoping to ride the wave rather than be swept aside.

And then there are those like her choosing to go deeper into academia, into knowledge itself, believing that teaching, critical thinking, and human understanding will always have a place in society. It is a quiet act of faith.

The Changing Value of a Lifetime of Learning

When I think back to my own journey, from my years at the FDA to my life as a writer and observer of the world education was always seen as a foundation. You built upon it, but it was not something you had to constantly defend.

Today, that foundation feels less solid.

AI is beginning to challenge not only how we work, but how we learn and even what it means to be an expert. When information is instantly accessible, when machines can generate essays, analyze data, and even simulate reasoning, what becomes of the traditional role of a teacher?

It is a fair question. But perhaps the answer lies not in what AI can do, but in what it cannot fully replace: mentorship, lived experience, ethical judgment, and the human connection that turns information into understanding.

A good teacher does not simply transfer knowledge. They shape minds. They challenge assumptions. They inspire curiosity.

No algorithm, at least for now, can replicate that fully.

The Illusion of “Safe” Choices

There is a growing belief among young people that certain career paths might offer protection from AI-whether in the trades, entrepreneurship, or academia.

I am not entirely convinced. If there is one lesson history has taught us, it is that no field remains untouched by technological change. The timeline may differ, the impact may vary, but the direction is consistent.

Even academia is not immune. AI is already influencing how students learn, how research is conducted, and how knowledge is shared.

So perhaps the goal should not be to find a “safe” path, but to become adaptable within whatever path one chooses.

If my granddaughter becomes a professor someday, her success may depend not just on what she teaches, but on how she integrates new tools, challenges new realities, and prepares her students for a world that continues to evolve.

A Grandfather’s Reflection

As I watch her prepare for graduation, I am reminded that every generation faces its own version of uncertainty.

Mine had its own turning points-moments when the future felt unclear, when decisions had to be made without complete information. And yet, somehow, we moved forward. We adapted. We found our way.

Her journey will be different. Perhaps more complex. Certainly more intertwined with technology than anything I experienced.

But the core questions remain the same: What kind of life do you want to build?

What kind of impact do you want to have? And how will you adapt when the world inevitably changes?

Hope in the Midst of Uncertainty

There is something deeply reassuring about her choice. In a time when machines are becoming more capable, she is choosing a path centered on human growth, learning, and connection. She is choosing to teach, to contribute to the development of others.

That, to me, is not a retreat from the future. It is an investment in it.

Because no matter how advanced AI becomes, society will always need people who can guide, interpret, question, and inspire.

Final Thoughts

AI may reshape the workplace. It may redefine careers. It may even challenge long-held assumptions about education and expertise. But it does not eliminate the need for purpose.

As my granddaughter takes her next steps into graduate school, into deeper study, into an uncertain but promising future, I find myself not worried, but reflective.

The path ahead may not be clear. But then again, it never really was. And perhaps that is the most important lesson of all. Uncertainty is not something to fear.

It is something to navigate. And if history is any guide, she and her generation will find their way, just as we once did.

Carenna Education: 


Tuesday, April 28, 2026

They Call Us, The Elderly

From My Recent Readings on the "Elderly"
Those of us still here are lovingly called “the elderly.” But our story is far from ordinary. To look at us is to see gray hair or a slower gait, but to know us is to understand that we are the ultimate survivors of a lost world. We were born into a world of landline telephones, and somehow, we transitioned into an era of artificial intelligence and instantaneous global connection without losing our souls in the process.
Our story began in the shadow of history, born in the forties, fifties, and sixties when the world was still rebuilding itself. We grew up during the golden haze of the fifties and the neon rebellion of the seventies. We were the kids who played marbles in the dirt and checkers on a wooden table, unaware that one day our grandchildren would be crushing digital candies on a piece of glass smaller than a paperback book.
We were the generation of Woodstock and the birth of the legendary outdoor festival, where hundreds of thousands of us gathered in muddy fields to believe in a new kind of peace. We remember the electricity of those big concerts, the Wall of Sound, the towering speakers, and the feeling of a million voices singing the same anthem under an open sky.
We studied by the light of the sixties and seventies, our notebooks filled with handwritten thoughts that required patience and ink, long before the era of "copy and paste" made information feel disposable. We fell in love under the crackle of vinyl records and the warm hiss of cassette tapes, building families and forging our own complicated paths through the eighties and nineties. We didn't just witness history; we walked through its very fire.
Think about the sheer magnitude of the bridge we have crossed. We are the only generation to have lived an entirely analog childhood and a digital adulthood. We went from waiting days for a handwritten letter to arrive in the mail to seeing a loved one’s face in real-time from across the ocean on a handheld screen. We transitioned from the mechanical age of punch cards and heavy machinery to a world where we carry gigabytes of memory in our pockets.
We have lived through eight different decades, spanned two separate centuries, and ushered in a new millennium. We changed our clothes from the stiff Oxfords of our youth to the bell-bottoms of our rebellion, and finally to the comfortable blue jeans of our wisdom.
Even our bodies are maps of survival. We lived through the fears of polio and tuberculosis, weathered the scares of swine flu, and stood tall against the global silence of COVID-19. We saw the very building blocks of life decoded as scientists discovered DNA and moved into the frontier of gene therapy. We watched the world go from tricycles and steam to hybrid engines and electric cars that glide silently down the streets.
We have seen many of our dear friends depart, leaving us to carry the torch of their memory, but those of us who remain are part of a unique, unbreakable brotherhood and sisterhood. We have seen it all, from the first moon landing to the rise of the internet, and we adapted every single time.
Today, we settle into these years not as relics of the past, but as the seasoned architects of the present. We have a perspective no other generation will ever have, because we remember what the world felt like before it became so fast. We know the value of a glass bottle of lemonade, the taste of a vegetable pulled straight from the garden, and the importance of a conversation that doesn't involve a keyboard.
What a life we have led. What a breathtaking, exhausting, beautiful story we have written.
To every one of you who belongs to this special era, take a moment to look in the mirror and smile. We are, and will forever be, a generation that is truly one of a kind.
We aren't just getting older; we are becoming legendary. I belong to this generation.

We are the authors of 'We Are Human Angels,' the book that has spread a new vision of the human experience and has been spontaneously translated into 14 languages by the readers. We hope our writing sparks something in you!

AI Overview: The phrase "They Call Us 'The Elderly'" refers to a popular viral poem or social media post that celebrates the resilience and adaptability of the generation born in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s.

The piece reflects on the vast technological and social changes this group has witnessed, often highlighting that they are a "unique generation" that bridged the gap between the analog and digital worlds.
Key Themes of the Reflection
  • Decades of Change: The poem notes that this group has lived through eight different decades and two different centuries.
  • Technological Evolution: It lists transitions such as moving from:
    • Vinyl records and slides to online music and YouTube.
    • Handwritten letters to email and WhatsApp.
    • Black and white TV to 3D HD TV.
    • Floppy disks to smartphones with gigabytes of data.
  • Health and Resilience: It mentions surviving various health crises, from polio to COVID-19.
  • Social Adaptation: It describes the generation as "exennials"—people with an analog childhood and a digital adulthood who have literally adapted to "CHANGE".

Finally, Here are some copy of my photos using ChatGPT photo regeneration capabilities in several portrait styles, oil, color, charcoal and 10 other styles.
The original card we sent as a
thank you Note to all who attended our 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration in Boac, Marinduque, Philippines, 2007.

Water color Copy removing all words from the original


Copy in oil Portrait Style with all the original Words. Do you have a Favorite style?

Sunday, April 26, 2026

THD Excursion to Alameda Beach, Oakland, CA

Six THD Residents enjoyed an Excursion to Crown Beach in Alameda, today, Sunday Afternoon, 1-4PM. It was a windy day, but our trip was fun with Nancy our Capable Driver and Sylvia assisting with our snacks of cookies, chips water or soft drinks. The group decided to forgo the ice cream  since it was a pretty cool day. I took pictures outside as well inside the Doug Siden visitor center as follows:















Robert W. Crown Memorial State Beach is operated by the Park District under a cooperative agreement with the State of California and City of Alameda. It is named in memory of State Assemblyman Robert W. Crown, who had campaigned for its preservation as public parkland. Here are some photos from their website: 




The showpiece of the park is its 2.5-mile beach, with sand dunes bordering a bicycle trail. The beach is a great achievement of landscaping and engineering. After wind and water action had eroded the beach dangerously, it was restored in early 1982 with sand from San Francisco Bay, pumped ashore by pipeline from a barge. More sand has been added since then, and groins have been constructed to keep it in place. In 2013, a $5.7 million project pumped 82,600 cubic yards of sand to restore the beach area and the dune system back to its 1987 footprint. Crown Memorial State Beach Sand Project.


Personal Note: Kudos and thanks to Nancy and Sylvia for the fun drive ( through downtown Oakland and China town) passing by Lake Merritt. We saw several churches with unusual architecture, but the Cathedral of Church Light attracted my attention.  


Photos of the Cathedral from their Website:




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